Akemi pinches the bridge of her nose as she listens to the back-and-forth, obvious irritation overtaking the brief surprise she felt at the initial confession. Oh great, and now a child in an animal mask has arrived. She wasn't even about to address that whole exchange. This had to be some kind of sick joke, or hell, but whatever it was she was certain more than ever that it was a punishment.
"Oh, for the love of-- would you lower your voices? You're making utter fools of yourselves. Did I, or did I not, say the purpose of this was to discuss findings and theories? I did not say it was for some grand macabre confession, nor some brazen interrogation, and I certainly did not invite an all-out brawl."
She points to Ellie, "You may be correct that our commonality involves a crime committed. Your confession is valuable information, especially if you have confirmed that at least one other is also guilty. My theory is much the same. Mr. Edgeworth and myself are of the mind that this is a setting for some form of punishment, evidenced by the strait jackets, prison bars, and knowledge that at least several of us have done something that could merit punishing. However, Ms. Carter, it is a brash and idiotic move to assume that everyone in here has committed a crime of the same severity, or even if everyone here has the same amount of culpability as you in whatever they've done. There are degrees of murder in a court of law for a reason. It is equally foolish to assume no one in here will turn those tendencies toward the first fool to rub them the wrong way, should it be the case that everyone here is secretly a violent lunatic. You may be well used to behaving that way outside, but you would be wise to hold your tongue on occasion until you can be certain exactly who you are dealing with in here."
She then points to Robert, not as accusatory as with Ellie but still obviously irritated. "And you, Mr. McCay, are correct that we ought to be careful with what we confess to. We are almost certainly being watched, and perhaps judged even as we speak. However, I would prefer not to sit blindly and pretend I am miraculously surrounded by good people. If you do not wish to explain yourself, as I too have little interest in detailing my past actions, you can spare the theatrics and say it without escalating to this level of hysteria."
She straightens herself out and looks to each of them with a sharp stare, "Now, shall we try this again like some halfway civilized individuals, or shall I step away and allow you to get back to shouting fruitlessly like a tribe of cavemen?"
